Life pisses me off.
I want to make her feel better so bad but I think talking to her might just make it worse.
To My Future Wife:
tomyfuturespouse: Though I’d never hope for you to get sick, when you are, I’ll baby you and take care of you so that you won’t want for a single thing. Hot chocolate, medicine, kisses on your forehead, shoulder/feet rubs, old black and white movies…whatever you need, I’ll provide. It’ll be just one of the many ways I’ll show you I love you.
Going to use my super never-sleep abilities to get homework done. Woopee.